What you looking at, Jim? Maybe YOU should be the one to take the sexual harassment training! Huh? HUH?

I can’t believe I haven’t shared this yet.

So Michael hasn’t taken our company’s sexual harassment training. Not that it offers anything that’s earth-shattering, but still it’s kind of, well, mandatory.

Anyway, the issue isn’t really that he hasn’t taken it. It’s that he brags about not taking it.

Every time the subject comes up.

Like when I had to take the training when I became a new employee at Dunder Mifflin.

“You know I never did have to take that stupid sexual harassment course,” he said. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but they must have overlooked me somehow.”

I’ve heard this three or four times now. And every time, it’s followed up with him and Andy or Todd Packer or whatever miscreant is nearby having an inappropriate conversation.

Like about the movie Showgirls. Or a TV show that has topless women. Nothing too graphic … but still asking for trouble.

Jim says that’s nothing. He told me before I started here, Michael used to get Playboys delivered here to hide them from Jan. Oh good lord.

Now I’m not a prude. Part of the reason I get along well with my guy friends is they know they can talk around me without censoring themselves or worrying about me getting offended. Heck I even join my in-laws in looking for the bunny hidden on the cover of my father-in-law’s Playboys.

But my boss? After BRAGGING about not getting sexual harrassment training?